Thursday, March 02, 2006!
HandWritten on; 10:56 PM
nymd i love youthe sec ones of year 2006 came in today.
i know i shouldnt be saying this but im really kinda disappointed in them. not that i have any right to be. but i thought they will be better yknow. like they will dare to do stuff and ask questions and everything. not stone there not doing anything not clapping not cheering for your fellow dancemates and seniors even when you see us the seniors all apparently doing that. it's really tough to teach the new ones stuff and to bond with them when we just tried so hard to bond with the current sectwos and when it's alll
happening things change and we need to start everything again. i cant help but thinking the current batch of sectwos, even though we have all gone through much tough times talking about bonding and stuff and much unhappiness- you guys have grown. i was still like wondering if the sec twos have really grown and matured through the one year you have been with us. today i'm definite. the past year has made a change in all of you. im proud of you guys.
today mr raj said smth like. the sec fours are all leaving soon. it was like a slap in my face. i always knew we were going to leave nymd someday but i never thought it will be so soon. four years passed just like that. spending each and every thursday afternoon and saturday morning in our dear beloved lovely studio. where we laughed and cried. trained so hard for ahatfullofstars. i dont want to leave.
was crying when i hugged nicole today perhaps just amazed at the rate things change and how we all gotta leave soon. overwhelmed. well, today zz made a valid point.
when you feel hurt, it means you still feel. your heart is alive. quite true isnt it? when your heart is dead you wont feel anything. numb-ed. so am i supposed to feel happy now cos im feeling sad that we're all leaving cos it means i really love nymd? it's so contradicting. sometimes it's hard to love.
-i want nymd batch 2005 back! the batch which made up a hat full of stars. my loves.
streaks of tears running down my face;